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Talk About Timing...
While chaos was going on in the city, a level below the Living Areas, the rest of the ship was functioning normally. Stacy, apparently oblivious to goings on in the city, likely do to her malfunctioning sensors there, carried on with ship business.
||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to the upper levels, though no one was there to hear her. They were all downstairs, fighting for their lives against giant cockroaches.
In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
The usual condensation and mist sprayed out from cracks in the pods, they ripped open and the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime. One of them, due to his mechanical nature, slid out covered in a sort of oil mixture, in a smaller body than he'd once had.
Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.
There was no one already freed from the ship to greet them, only Stacy herself, and the empty silence of a ship caught in the middle of a crisis.
||Pod Release Protocols Initating,|| Stacy's familiar voice sounded out to the upper levels, though no one was there to hear her. They were all downstairs, fighting for their lives against giant cockroaches.
In the Pod Caverns, there were the sounds of: Pop. Pop pop pop. Poppuhpoppoppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiiiissssss.
The usual condensation and mist sprayed out from cracks in the pods, they ripped open and the people inside slid out onto the floors, covered in slime. One of them, due to his mechanical nature, slid out covered in a sort of oil mixture, in a smaller body than he'd once had.
Pop. Poppop. KASCHUNKhiiiiiissss.
There was no one already freed from the ship to greet them, only Stacy herself, and the empty silence of a ship caught in the middle of a crisis.
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He walks out into what looks like a tube. Immediately the floor starts moving under their feet, carrying them up through the tube.
"Hmm. Anti-grav lift. If they managed to construct a biological system capable of creating this, that's incredible."
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He pauses.
"--actually it's brilliant in his simplicity. And I'll inform you of the latter the moment I meet any pretty girls that aren't shrill and nescient."
Yes, he did just inadvertently imply that she's pretty. Annoying and dumb, but pretty.
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"I don't see why you're angry--you're the one that started this...hostility."
His memory is a little selective in regards to his own sarcasm.
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"There are more pressing matters as hand, so for now, I propose we put our hostilities aside. As there undoubtedly will be a computer system in need of hacking or need for one of us to be capable of operating this ship and its technology, you need my brain; and as there are possibly hostiles on board that may be responsible for our captivity, I need your body."
He starts in surprise and corrects himself a nanosecond later. "Brawn. I need your brawn."
Then looks away, flushing. He never misspeaks. This girl is doing something odd to alter his behavior. What's happening to him?
They're shot into the Hub, a huge cavern with holes all over, seemingly suspended in the air, and shot into another transport tube.
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Instead, perhaps wisely, she held her tongue this time.
A small smile rises to her lips, though. My body, huh? Dork.
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Is there some sort of airborne contagion on the ship? That's an alarming possibility...
In between twiddling his fingers--for lack of an omnicom to keep his hands busy--he notices her smile.
"What's so amusing?"
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He crosses his arms again. "As for the rest, I have no idea what you're talking about. Yes, I am a male, and I hope you don't want applause for stating the obvious."
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They were now fwooshed into a room that had tons and tones of racks of stuff. A warehouse that went miles and miles.
"What is this, Stacy? A repository for the belongings of everyone you have trapped in stasis?"
||The Weapons and Possessions Lockers.||
He immediately starts looking for his stuff. "If you see a small computer about this tall by this wide--" he holds his hands to show the size and shape of something about the size of a calculator. "--or a ring with the letter 'L' on it, point them out to me."
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She looked through some of the stacks and picked up whatever she found that belonged to her.
"Umm, is your computer a specific color?"
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They're stuck with the clothes. But accessories like belts are there--she might find a certain yellow belt and belt-loops do form in the bodysuits when necessary. No boots or shoes though.
"Aha!" Brainy lifts his belt off of a shelf, with much of his standard equipment and tools attached to it like they always are. And over there is his omnicom. There's even a trans-suit, transparent and durable that goes over whatever he's wearing to make him space capable. He tugs it on over the plant suit, where it seals and appears to disappear, then puts on his belt, picks up his omnicom, and uses it to scan for--
There it is.
Brain tucks his omnicom into its holder on his belt for a moment, picking up his flight ring and putting it on, immediately floating several feet in the air to make sure nothing has made it go inert.
"Much better," he says, taking his omnicom out again.
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"Oh thank you."
She picked up her yellow belt - with an S-shield buckle - and slid it through the newly formed loops of her outfit-thing. Next came her cape, which she also threw onto her back. It fit with her bodysuit perfectly.
"Can I at least change the colour of this thing? Maybe throw on the crest of the family of El?"
Yes, she's a girl. She likes to match.
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"How did you survive?"
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So I could kill my cousin.no subject
He's a total insensitive clod.
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"I met the other Supergirl. Personally. When the Legion was trapped in the past, she requested my assistance resolving a phenomenon afflicting the town she protected. Superman had seen my work helping to resolve the situation with the Sun-Eater and referred her to me."
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